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Nothing so bright, nothing so smooth, nothing so pure as my baby
All of my life, days into night, all I did dream was my baby
Until the day darkness entwined with silver eyes, was my baby staring at me
And since then I can't see straight, and since then my smile's been fake
Funny I know the troubles I've seen, but through one eye only that's clean
If you bring along your needles, then I'll bring my sharpened pencils,
And draw one more comic tragedy, my baby
So call up the child players
From madam, we'll rent the parlor
And dance to death 'til I can't see my baby |
- "Once again, orchestration by Van Dyke and me on piano. It's about the guy in 'In My Arms.' When you have feelings for someone who's a drug addict, it's like they're a baby. A part of you wants to take care of it, like a mother would. The song has an odd structure. There's a long piano break in the middle, for which Van Dyke wrote an incredible string part. He transformed it from this sad little song into a gorgeous, sweeping Tennessee Williams screenplay."
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